Lee Heeseung Imagines

Still?

When he questions your love for him.

You are sitting cross-legged on your bed, playing with Ddongsik. The room is warm, filled with the soft glow of fairy lights. The peaceful atmosphere is accompanied by the gentle purring of Ddongsik, creating a perfect, serene moment. Just as you lose yourself in the simplicity of it, the door creaks open, and Heeseung walks in.

You smile brightly at him, waving him over. "Hey, Heeseung," you greet, your voice cheerful. Heeseung returns your smile but there's something in his eyes that tells you he has something on his mind.

He sits down next to you, the bed dipping slightly under his weight. You notice the way he fidgets with his hands, a clear sign that he's nervous about something. Concern immediately washes over you.

"Is something wrong?" you ask, your voice gentle with worry.

Heeseung hesitates, his eyes darting around the room before settling on you. "I need you to be honest with your answer," he says, his tone serious.

You nod, adjusting your sitting position so you are facing him, giving him your full attention. "Of course, Heeseung. What is it?"

"Would you still love me if I was fat?" he asks, his eyes searching yours for sincerity.

Your smile drops, replaced by confusion and concern. "Who got you thinking about this?" you ask instead, your curiosity piqued and worry mounting.

He shakes his head, insisting, "Just answer the question."

"Of course," you reply, your voice firm. "Always."

He seems to rethink for a moment before asking, "Would you still love me if I was bald?"

You roll your eyes playfully, trying to lighten the mood and ease his worry. "Yes, Heeseung, I would. Hair or no hair, it wouldn't change my feelings for you."

Heeseung's expression remains serious as he continues, his voice growing softer, "What if I couldn't sing well anymore?"

Frustration creeps into your tone as you throw your hands to the side. "Do you think I'm only dating you because you're THE Lee Heeseung from ENHYPEN?"

He looks down, his gaze dropping to his lap, avoiding your eyes. The sight tugs at your heart. Gently, you take his face in your hands, lifting his gaze to yours.

"I will love you no matter what," you say, your voice filled with conviction. "You're so much more than just your looks or your talent. You're kind, thoughtful, and you make me happy. That's what matters to me."

He hesitates once more, then asks, "Would you still love me if I wasn't strong?"

Without a moment's hesitation, you lean in and kiss him softly, pouring all your love into that kiss. "Always and forever," you whisper against his lips.